Gold tensed in surprise. He was sure Lacey’s fingers just grazed his rear when she passed behind him. His eyes found her and sent an inquiring look while trying to remain unruffled. “Need something?”
Lacey stared at him for a moment, out of breath before her hands were at the hem of her dress and she started yanking the thing off, tossing it aside before her lips found his again and she lost herself in it.
Well. He hadn’t expected such approval, but he wasn’t about to complain. He only vaguely worried that someone would come into the shop up front, and because the residents of Storybrooke couldn’t take a hint, would poke their noses in back. Right now, in the middle of devouring Lacey’s mouth, he couldn’t muster the will to really care.
He ran his appreciative hands up and down her back while still keeping her pressed to him. After several heated minutes of moans and gropes, Gold broke the kiss with a soft gasp. “How about now?”